Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The World War II army that is now appearing in the ideological world may have taken advantage of the terrible death scale of World War II and absorbed countless spiritual wills to form such a huge scale and profound form. The Nazis were the beginning, but the United States, which had taken this spiritual integration device at the end of World War II, must secretly support the 51st area and continue to develop this spiritual integration device in the same way.

This battlefield is a huge melting pot. All people who come to this ideological world must endure this seemingly endless battle. Without being aware of their losses and thinking that they will always be full of power, eventually Burning to lose human form, lose personality and will, become the light and heat of this world. On the surface, killing countless enemies will increase the wear and tear of this ideological world, but what if the formation and disintegration of the army is just a natural change in the external form of energy? This loss must be very small, almost no. However, the loss of outsiders fighting in this ideological world has continued in the most rapid way when they were not aware.

"I don't want this to be the truth." The file twitched his lips and smiled reluctantly, "How much strength do you have now? Gao Chuan."

"It's not clear." I can only say: "I don't notice the reduction in power. It seems that I have been at the best time. I even think that it will get better."

"According to that kind of guess, the better the condition, the greater the power that can be used, the more serious the overdraft, the more serious is the overdraft, isn't it?" , This is the battlefield! Gao Chuan! This is a brutal battlefield like World War II! I definitely do n’t want to experience the feeling of death. "

Although the conjecture is not optimistic. But maybe it ’s not as bad as imagined, people like District 51 and Father Sisson ca n’t know nothing about the real situation, but they still choose to follow this state of affairs to complete their plans. Possibility of success. After all, there is a prophet behind their plan. They are already prepared. There may be a great risk, but in their judgment, this kind of risk is worth taking. Neither our whisperers nor the file squad are fully aware of the ins and outs of this incident. But it must be involved, so even if there are any traps, it must be fumbled forward.

The file should not be the first time to do things in such a lack of information, although the feeling of not seeing the context of things makes people uncomfortable, as if taking a step forward. It is possible to fall into a crisis, but unable to stand still or retreat, it is like walking on thin ice, but the expression she shows is at most dignified, even if she curses. How bad the tone is, but there is no panic on the face from beginning to end.

I can see that even now that she has lost the magic pattern, she still believes that she can survive this difficulty, and she is not afraid to fight against this large number of abnormal troops. This may be due to her own will and creed, perhaps because I have shown extraordinary strength, and she is willing to believe me, whatever the reason, it makes me feel warm. Whatever the relationship between us will become in the future, but at least for now. The file is a companion fighting alongside me, a companion who chooses to trust and rely on me, Gao Chuan. I can't tell her any truth, but her trust makes me feel my existence and being demanded.

I am very grateful to her. Really, even though, I can't save her, even, maybe I will kill her personally one day in the future, but I really appreciate her. Once something unfortunate happens to her, I will definitely feel pain. I understand what is grateful and what is pain. Now I do n’t have brain hardware, full of human sensibility and cognition, I know the meaning of betrayal, and I understand the pain of countless words-however, I am willing to suffer such pain If, who can really be saved, if, really, they can save Sakuya and their words.

I, who cannot be a hero, is trapped in hell, dying in betrayal and pain, unsettled in sensibility, and stuck in a knot in reason. It is the punishment I am willing to bear. Whenever I thought I would end up so miserable, the fear of dying of death seemed to be dull.

I certainly want to live, but death is not unacceptable. My struggle today is just to make my own life as bright as possible, clamoring my own existence.

Just like the song I like to listen to when the night is quiet:

Life is unfair and unreasonable to everyone, and can only pour into the mud and face the shower.

The street is muddy all the way, just like life, but an improvisation.

The whole world is provoking us, and even then we must move forward without fear.

Sensibility is like an electric current, flowing along each of my nerves. My hands tremble slightly, and louder and louder footsteps are heard in my ears. In the observation of the chain judgment, wearing a gas mask, the heavily armed soldiers noticed the killing in the corridor and surrounded this piece alertly and quickly Cabin area, in a few minutes, they will find our hiding place. However, the reason my hands were shaking was not because of fear. My ears echoed and moved the songs in the middle of the night.

I am a mental patient, and my thinking is very different from normal. My three views are not completely correct, even contrary to mainstream values, but everything I feel makes me feel warm and alive. If it's possible, I really don't want to go back to the cold body stuffed with brain hardware, but this world has never had much choice.

"They are here." The file also heard the soldiers' movements. She glanced at me and seemed to think I was afraid, so she said to me: "Don't hide in the corner like a quail, you have more to do Here, Gao Chuan. "

"I'm just moving." I said to her seriously.

The file squinted her eyes and twitched her mouth slightly, but after being silent for half a second, she just said, "I think you will see a psychologist after this incident."

"I am normal." I said, yes, I am normal. I know what is the difference between myself and ordinary people. I am a mental patient, and there is a considerable difference between psychology and universal norms. However, this is normal, isn't it? It is not normal for me now.

"Everyone who is abnormal will say so." The file is like a movie, facing a mental patient and perceiving its unusual orange color. Say something that makes me immersive: "Mental patients I have seen, even if they are eating people's brains, will say that they are normal. That guy was a guest of mine and was finally killed by me. I don't want to see Until your collaborators become so dangerous, listen to me, you need a psychologist. "

I couldn't help laughing. I don't think she understood what I said, but I also didn't intend to explain to her and argue with her. When mental patients say they are normal, they often do not tell lies to avoid something, but they really think so. They know what they are doing, and, for them, what they are doing is a normal thing, what they take for granted and should be.

Normal under an abnormal state.

"I will do it." I said.

She looked at me closely, as if nodding her head in satisfaction. He then raised his arms flat and aimed the muzzle and crossbow at the cabin door. At the next moment, the gate that was held against the table was knocked by the soldiers from the outside. The table kept moving backwards, and soon a gap was opened. Grenade tossed in through the door, and the file rattled and moved quickly to another table. She ignored me because she knew these things and could not pose a slight threat to me. While the file is hiding your body. The grenade exploded, swelled flames, blasted fragments, and a lot of choking smoke, all kinds of lethal and disturbing things instantly filled the cabin. I have already gone through the trajectory of fragments. I walked to the top of the door like a gecko. When the soldiers broke into the door and slammed into the door, my arm blade pierced the head of a horse. At the same time, the cabin vents were damaged, and another group of soldiers turned over from there. The smoke that filled the entire cabin hidden his figure, but after he and his companions entered in sequence, they were hit by bullets and The crossbow arrows shot over the body.

The file was not affected by the choking and tearing smoke. In the previous battle, she had already stripped her gas masks from the dead soldiers. At this time, she put on loot and solved the group of people. These soldiers don't look as tenacious as the skeleton driver we met when we captured "Fire Spit", which is also good news. Of course, it may be because the file really hit the other party's key this time, and when we captured the "spitfire", we just thought it was done.

To be honest, there is simply no time for us to verify the actual situation of these soldiers. The snipers of me and the file caused the soldiers to invade for a few seconds, and then more grenades jumped into the cabin from outside the door and the vent. . Before this group of grenades exploded, I pushed open the table that blocked the door, and then quickly swept to the file, and took her out of the main door. When I reopened the door, the soldier who had been waiting for the grenade explosion outside the door didn't have time to react. I was slammed into my arms and rammed as a meat shield. The bones of his body were very clear to me. Cracking sound. When I pushed him and knocked away all the soldiers ambushing by the door, a dull blast sounded in the cabin, and the tongue of fire that followed rushed out of the door.

These soldiers were really at a loss this time. Such a violent explosion was like destroying the entire cabin. The soldiers who were hit or killed by me, who were still at the door, were ignited by the flame of the explosion at the first time, and were lifted up by the violent air waves.

When they smashed on the wall and threw to the ground, I had already started to kill along the corridor. We broke into the airship and killed three patrol soldiers, attracting more than three times the number of soldiers, forming a team, enough to fill the corridor. However, my speed is very fast, although the aisle is not spacious, but the speed sweep superpower and chain judgment allow me to accurately judge the gap of the staggered trajectory and pierce through it when other soldiers make attacks. At the same time, there is still the power to launch a deadly attack. Although these soldiers are abnormal, it is not enough to kill them if they cut off their waist or pierce the heart, but if they are cut off, they will still become real corpses in the first place.

The file hugged me tightly and closed her eyes, which made her feel better when I was moving at high speed. I kept jumping and reflecting in the passage, and every time I passed by the soldiers, there was a storm of blood and blood. These soldiers are really not the same as the "fire-breathing" skeletons, they will spur blood, just like living people. but. They will soon become real dead people and return to the furnace.

My mood is very peaceful. During the fight, every blade of light touches me. Kill the enemy. You can survive yourself, this is the truth on the battlefield. This kind of thinking and sensibility made me feel the change of my personality consciousness again. I used to be not like this, but. What did I look like in the past?

Since my birth, Gao Chuan has existed in the prosthetic body. The cold operation of the brain and hardware is a normal way, very early. I can feel a touch of sensibility, which makes me feel new and happy, but this touch of sensation, as the brain and hardware run in, also disappears. Sensibility makes me think that I am human, but the sensitivity disappears. Also let me know that I am becoming inhuman. When I admit that I am a non-human, I was once again moved by the ideological boundary, and I will never forget the impact of the same amount of sensibility as the normal person.

Yes, I used to be not like this now. My sensibility, emotions, and emotions are not congenital, but more like supplements. My personality is full of defects from the beginning. then. Now, the things that come with the magic pattern are filled with the toughness that cannot be refused, which has filled the defects that have existed since my birth. I am becoming "normal" though. In the eyes of others, this is even more "abnormal". It's just that this completion is not derived from self-evolution.

In the past, the patched self was still incomplete. Today's irresistible but relatively complete self. Which one is the real me?

There is no answer. I can't give an answer, and I have no choice. I heard arrogant ridicule from the depths of my heart, but I could only move my head down in silence.

Kill, kill, walk through, walk through. I crossed the corner and rushed up the stairs. The soldiers behind me kept falling, and more soldiers came from the front like a frenzy. I can't feel tired, and my life is burning violently, as if at any time it will become a mass of unconscious light and heat. Although, in judgment, this ideological world is a huge melting pot, and we intruders are smelted sacrifices, but I still believe that Gao Chuan ’s core will cannot be mysterious to this degree Melted, in this unstoppable melting, it will only become more crystal clear and hard. Only the will of the weak will be unified, and the will of the strong will never give up and compromise. Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan who wants to become a super Gao Chuan, will never fall here.

"Even if I become L, even if my personality dies--" I gave a low roar to my soul with a voice that only I could hear: "Even if I fall into the deepest part of hell, I will crawl out again!"

I lowered my body and accelerated again. From the chaotic fire line, from the dense crowd of soldiers, I found a straight and smooth road. Before this passage disappeared, I drilled out in an instant. Behind me, a row of soldiers lay down as if they were cut wheat, and I had already jumped into the shadows at this time, launching the shadow jumping ability again. When it reappeared, there was a wide space in front of me. The file and I were already standing at the top of the airship's airbag, overlooking the landscape of ideological space, and the core of the battlefield that was already visible.

We are like standing on the moving fortress throne, surrounded by huge guardians. However, these fortresses and guards are not their own. The file breathed the frenzy wind, opened her arms, made a flying gesture, and then fired.

Soldiers who continually jumped from above to airship airbags, and soldiers who continued to climb up from under the airbags, were shot by bullets and crossbows before they stood on their heels. The arrows in the quiver and the bullets in the revolver have become endless because of this ideological world. Even, I do n’t know when the file is used to not need to be loaded-this is not a world with strict rules, what exists in ideology, no matter how real ~ www.readwn.com ~ will still be affected by consciousness People who once possessed mystery will not lose the ability to adapt to the mystery because the mystery seems to disappear.

The adaptability of the file is making her stronger.

My chain judgment is very clear, not just the quantity and the issue of bullets. When the bullets and arrows are fired, more quantities are being added in a fission manner. Every time the file fired, it was no longer a bullet, a crossbow. Moreover, the shooting mode is no longer semi-automatic, and her finger no longer lifts up after being buckled, as if she is holding not a pistol and crossbow, but a more violent machine gun and crossbow.

"Haha, this is what it is, this is what it is! I finally understood." The file laughed loudly. "This is just the beginning. The power of my file, now, let you, see--"

She said word for word, facing the fire line that once again concentrated, there was no meaning of evasion. But, with a greasy expression and blue blood vessels, it seemed to be about to explode and twisted on his forehead.

The noisy wind froze beside her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)